Chapter 19: Meeting with Friends

Chapter 19: Meeting with Friends

Spiros! Luke looked at the familiar figure making his way through the crowd. Frowning as he saw the sorry state he was in.

His clothes were full of holes, singed, and stained with blood. His hair caked with dirt, blood, and what looked like the remains of an eyeball. His eyes were bloodshot, and had deep black bags underneath them as if he hadn't slept in days. Looking at the blood-covered spear he was carrying with him, Luke had a pretty good idea of what had kept him up at night.

I guess I should be happy that the medicine knocked me out for a few hours. I cant imagine Id have slept well, or at all if it didnt.

That was hell. Spiros said, wearing a fake smile. Then leaning the Spear against the wall behind him, he leaned forward and hugged him.

It was hell. Luke patted his back. A knot built up in his throat.

It sucked for me, but Im a grown ass man. Spiros is what, sixteen at best. Fuck, I cant even imagine how fucked up Im going to be because of this now. Having to do what we just did when I was his age, it would probably have shattered me.

Sorry. Spiros stepped back. A single tear falling down his face. Which he rubbed away quickly.

Nah, its okay. That was it was hell. Like you said. Im just glad that its over. Im glad you made it out okay, and Im even more glad you and I didnt see each other.

Me too. He sniffed. Rubbing the snot out of his nose with the back of his hands.

Ahem.

Luke heard a woman clear her throat. Arya! He grinned at her. Trying not to wince as he took in her less than picture perfect appearance. She didnt look quite as bad as Spiros did, but had clearly seen better days. Then stepping forward, he gave her a hug. Feeling her tense up, he feared he may have overstepped, but a moment later she relaxed into it.

With how often Spiros hugs me, I forgot that it isnt actually casual behavior. It is nice though.

Hey Luke. You made it, huh. I had a feeling you would.

I do inspire confidence in others dont I? He grinned at her. Arya, this is Spiros. Spiros, this is Arya. We uh, were all in the Society together. Luke scratched the back of his head lamely.

Arya looked at Spiros with surprise. So youre Spiros. Ive heard a lot about you.

Luke blinked in confusion, before looking over to Spiros. Only to see an equally confused expression on his face as well.

You have? And what? He asked rapidly, looking increasingly stressed. What have you heard?

Youre the youngest person in the Societys history to make it to the mid-stage. People talk about it all the time. Youre kind of famous because of it.

Oh. Yeah? I only talk to my cousins in the Society, so I wouldnt really know. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Now that you mention it Arya, Id heard about Spiros on my first day in the Society too. Ethan was singing praises about him.

See, even Luke knows youre famous.

They grinned as the spear-wielder suddenly blushed red, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he scratched the back of his head.

Wait. Arya suddenly leaned forward. Is the rumor true? In the entrance exam did you really

SO! Luke interrupted her. What do you think is going to happen next? He asked, ignoring Spiros's sigh of relief.

That kind of gave it away buddy. She knows you shit your pants now.

She looked at the two of them oddly. I dont know. I really dont know what to expect anymore. This isnt anything like I imagined. I never would have thought that the Hero would make us fight to the death like this.

Luke cocked his head in confusion. Why do you seem excited about that?

Im not! She visibly recoiled, adjusting the quiver of arrows on her back. Its just that Look, if the Hero went to such lengths to get rid of the chaff

Is he also from the Society? Spiros whispered, his eyes tracking the bearded figure walking into the room.

Yeah, Arya and him have some history.

Oh. Im sorry Luke. Said Spiros while patting him on the shoulder consolingly.

What did he just say? Lukes mouth opened and closed in shock.

Not that kind of history. Arya looked between the pair oddly. Dont worry about it, if anything happens Ill take care of it.

I have your back too Luke. Spiros nodded at him solemnly. I dont know how useful Ill be against an Inner Disciple, but Ill

How do I turn him off?

Luke palmed his face. Its not like that. Him and Arya have bad blood.

A look of comprehension finally dawned on his face.

Moments later, all the torches lighting up the room turned dim. The floor shook, and three podiums emerged from the ground in the middle of the room. The people standing near them, stumbled back in shock.

The air above them shimmered, like a mirage on a hot day, before condensing into a vague apparition of a blonde-haired woman, one that became clearer and clearer until it looked like she was actually floating in the room.

Shes beautiful. Spiros muttered underneath his breath. Luke nodded slightly. She really was.

Greetings. Her lips moved, and sound rang throughout the room, echoing from the walls instead of her lips.

She sounds like a bell. It's haunting. Luke looked at her transfixed.

I apologize for the pain you suffered and inflicted to get here. I did not create these trials lightly, and while the price is high, so is the value of what you seek. She gestured vaguely to the three podiums, and on each one, a miniature hologram of her appeared. One wielding a sword, another a spear, and the last a shield.

Each of the three holograms leapt into action. Moving gracefully from one stance into the next, each of them in a way that felt right.

Poetry through action.

Luke stared transfixed at the version of her swinging the sword. Moving seamlessly between different forms. Each designed for a singular purpose, but flowing together into an intricate dance. One that seemed as natural as a drop of rain falling from the sky, or a leaf drifting in the wind. She was tapping into a rhythm Luke didnt even know existed.

As suddenly as it started, the holograms went still, flickering away as if they were never there. Leaving Luke with a burning desire to attempt what he had just seen.

I have to do that. I need to do that. I must do that.

Unconsciously he gripped his sword, and took it half way out of his sheath before he caught himself.

What just happened. He stared at his hand, confused. Not realizing he had even moved. Looking around the room, he realized that he wasnt the only one either. The entire crowd looked like they had sunk into trance, and were just now waking up to it.

What you just witnessed, you must do. Sword, Spear, and Shield. Those were the weapons I wielded in my life. These techniques, these forms, I created them, or perhaps discovered them, after centuries spent on fields of battle. They came to me in bits and pieces, through moments of revelation, insight, and epiphany. She looked around solemnly.

To inherit my treasures, you must master these techniques to my satisfaction. All of them. She waved her hand, and a loud mechanized whir echoed through the room.

Rapidly it became larger, doubling then quadrupling in size. The ceiling shimmered, displaying a fake sky above their head. Arenas appeared on one end, racks full of wooden weapons beside them. The doors leading to their rooms all shifted to one wall. Opposite to them, cages full of all manner of beasts appeared. From the white scorpions from before, to tigers, snakes, and bears.

The podiums rearranged themselves into a triangular formation, in the new center of the room. What looked like yoga mats arrayed in front of them.

Woah.

Only those who can master the techniques will be allowed to leave. Those who do well, will have the opportunity to select a single treasure from my treasury. If you cannot learn, you will stay here as prisoners until you age and die.

What?